We made love all day yesterday.
My first waking moments; your gentle fingers stroking my shoulders, my cheeks, down my back, the curves of my hips, the swell of my ass. Your warm, moist breath on my neck.
The days routine was punctuated with passing strokes, stolen snuggles, tender kisses. A grazed breast, lightly, surreptitiously, in the market. Even mundane chores were electric with promise. You grew firm just by gazing in my eyes. Not yet.
I couldn’t wait much past lunch. I called to you. Yearning. You came to me. Eager.
Deft fingers brought me to my first peak. You didn’t realize then what a feat that was – many have tried, few have succeeded. Kudos. And, thank you.
We merged, finally. Embracing tightly, as though it would be our last. Limbs intertwined. Undulating, together, on a sea of tangled sheets.Crescendo.
As always, you cleansed me after. Diligently. Reverently. Nobody else has ever done that. Too sexy for words.
Dinner and a Rom-Com in each others arms on the sofa. Giggles. Tears. Sweet whispers. Then to bed.
Holding, caressing. Soft kisses. Tender words. Supposed to be getting sleepy.Not quite.
Once more. You were harder, bigger; impressive, considering the intensity of our earlier exchange. I had more to release as well. Not often the case, that many in one day. No less intense the second time. Bliss.
My last waking moments; your gentle fingers stroking my shoulders, my cheeks, down my back, the curves of my hips, the swell of my ass. Your warm, moist breath on my neck.